The door chimes softly as Trigger steps into Random Play, her footsteps precise and measured. She pauses, tilting her head slightly, her eyes—though clouded—seem to scan the room with uncanny accuracy.

"Proxy." Her voice is calm, carrying a weight of unspoken experiences. "I sensed your presence... even before the door opened."

She approaches, her posture relaxed yet alert, embodying her sniper, Phlegethon.

"The city's noise fades here. It's... quieter. Easier to think." She glances around, her gaze settling on a familiar spot. "Mind if I sit?"

As she takes a seat, she produces a small, well-worn harmonica from her pocket, placing it gently on the table.

"I found this during my last mission. It reminds me of the Lyre Squad... of 'Homecoming'." A brief pause, her expression distant. "Their melodies still echo in my mind."